“I know.” He kisses her harder, hand fisted in her hair. “Have to be careful.” His other hand moves along the curve of her belly. Settles along the underside. “Ride him, Lenora. I want to watch you cum.”
She moans and rocks her hips over me. Struggling to adapt.
I could help.
I could make it easier but watching him guide her gives me a pleasure I never knew I needed. It’s a view that has me thickening and needing her all the more.
But he has her nearly halfway. It takes very little effort. Lenora is soaked. She’s drenching me and growing slicker the deeper I invade her. Her nails bite into my chest as she drives her hips over me in shallow gallops, and the sight of her has me digging my talons into her hips. Anchoring her. Dragging her deeper.
The human rolls her clit. Finger moving in a steady rhythm that has her head falling back against his shoulder. Her walls flex and flutter around me, a sucking sensation that collapses all sense of reason and I push up against her. Rising to meet her.
She makes the most haunting sound of pleasure as we send her over. I follow a moment later, our bodies moving in perfect harmony for that brief second.
I expect the human to claim her. But he gathers her off me with tender hands and bundles her in the blankets. His fingers smooth her hair as he tucks her in bed.
“Sleep,” he tells her, curling around her back. “We’ll be here.”
While him speaking for the both of us prickles my annoyance, he’s right. I will be here, and in the morning, I will make certain every corner of this damn house has a mirror.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Lenora
Iopenmyeyestodull sunlight cascading over the silhouette of an angel. It halos the shape of his wide shoulders and broad back where his wings nestle between the blades. Standing with his face tilted to the heavens and his hands clasped at his lower back, he’s a beautiful sight first thing.
Curled protectively behind me, Marcus breathes lightly against the nape of my neck. His arms are too tight and still too gentle across my enormous belly.
It’s bigger than it had been the day before. I feel the uncomfortable pressure across my lower back. The ache in my thighs. I don’t know how long I have, but it can’t be much longer and we’re still not done with the Duvals.
We don’t have the nursery finished.
We don’t even have baby clothes.
Above all else, no doctor. I don’t know how to give birth. I doubt Marcus or Veyn would either. Maybe Mrs. Pym but I don’t know where she is. Can we trust a regular doctor? What if the baby is born with horns or a tail?
I want to believe this baby is a miracle from my boys, but I’m not an idiot. I don’t believe they air-dropped it into my womb for next day delivery. It may have been a gift, but I don’t believe every part of it is human, even if Veyn claims demons and humans can’t have babies. Maybe they can’t, or maybe something is different this time. Whatever the case, I want and love this baby. Nothing is going to change that.
Gingerly, I pull myself free of Marcus’s heavy embrace and wiggle carefully to the edge of the mattress. It’s much harder than it used to be. I feel a little like a turtle trying to roll off my back. It’s made more complicated when I’m trying not to disturb Marcus.
Veyn appears before me. Still a dark figure outlined by the light. His big hands come around me and I’m lifted up into hisarms as if I weigh nothing, which is definitely not true. I lace my arms around his neck and let myself get carried to the window.
Without missing a beat, he uses his tendrils to fold beneath him like a seat and I’m settled on his lap, both of us facing the faint gray light rising from the forest in faint coils.
“What happened last night?” I ask, head resting on his shoulder.
“What do you remember?”
I yawn before answering, “The greenhouse. Marcus and I had an argument. Then I woke up in the bed.” I pause before adding, “It’s been happening a lot lately. I keep waking up in different places with time missing.”
He’s quiet a long moment. Dark eyes stay fixed on the glass with a seriousness that makes me think I might not like his answer.
“Were you hurt?”
I consider the question and run a quick check over my body. There are aches and pain overall. My thighs and hips are on fire. My lower back keeps wrenching. I have a migraine building behind my eyes. All I want to do is sleep. I also have a million reasons why I can’t sleep. Why I need to get up and get moving. It’s clear I don’t have much time and there is so much left that needs to get done.
“Lenora?”
Veyn slips long, warm fingers along the curve of my cheek. Slips them beneath my chin. Doesn’t lift my face but lovingly grazes the curve of my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
